So I was kosher for the hardware.I knew Ernie had a carry permit, at one time he had won a quick-draw + shoot contest involving ankle holsters; I hear... he used a small Berreta back in the day. Tony had a felony bust but he always liked close-up work anyways, he had a number of throwing knives plus a tool belt with some long extra sharp screwdrivers, a hammer and some wicked chisels. If he ditched the knives he was cheap, legal and very deadly. His approach was painful and messy, but. He knew all her buttons, and she loved him too much to keep refusing. It scared her sometimes. How far would he go? She could not understand it. This is need, this strange urge to show her off, to share her body with the world. But, as with masturbating in her teenage days, she could not resist the thrills her body could give her. She remembered the time he had taken her to a remote beach. Once there, he asked her to take of her top. And she, Julie, the woman who had hated buying bikinis. I tried to rock my clit harder against the barrel to intensify the vibration. Holding my hips at those strokes, I enjoyed these new sensations. But then I heard my captor was coming back…"Well, well… I see that slutty cunt now is nice and wet for me…! He came closer and pulled out that rubber toy out from my hungry cunt. I tried my best in biting my lip in order to stifle my desperate moaning. I wanted him to shove that dildo in me again…"I watched you trying to push it deeper, bitch… you need. Should be back on Thursday." Thursday - that was three days from now.Robin got up out of bed and slowly walked to the bathroom to shower. Emerging from the huge double shower (When they ordered the custom built shower and "controlled environment" Robin thought that she and Alex would have fun with that; but he had never been interested.) Robin examined herself in the full-length mirror. She was five feet and six inches tall. Her thick chestnut hair came down to the middle of her shapely smooth.